WARNING!
If you are not fond of hunting, guns, or dead deer, go no further.
Just go back to the entry titled, "Fall on the Range."
You'll be much happier... I'm just tellin' ya.
Early Sunday morning found Patrick, The Senator, and me out "glassing" for deer. We headed to our location and saw three does right off the bat. The resident small buck, that is usually with them, was nowhere to be found. We wondered whether the high-paying hunters from East River had taken him the previous morning.
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| There's the guy we think the East River hunters took. Do you see the nice doe sitting in the background? |
We glassed high. We glassed low. We walked the Range and the draws. The Senator and Patrick found their perfect "sittin" spot for later in the week.
I found this nice little dam. It was a duck hunter's dream. I spotted, and then frightened, a really nice mallard drake. I brushed up a coyote, too. I then promptly let out a squeal, to which The Senator was not too happy about! Shhhhhhhh!
We saw lots of deer beds, but no signs of any movement.
Back to the pick-up and more scoping out the land. With our stomachs growling, and the thought of egg-in-a-hole and fried bologna on our minds, we started back to the cottage.
We no sooner got back on the gravel road, took a couple of turns, and BINGO, a half-dozen does and a nice-sized buck passed right in front of us.
That sighting turned into this:
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| We decided on our plan of action. |
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| We crawled some more. . . You see, out on the Range, there are few deer stands. We stalk. |
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| We site in...oh, 'bout 275 yards away. . . |
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| We shoot. |
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| We smile. Well, the deer isn't really smiling, and that is not red lipstick on his lips. Sorry deer. You will make some pretty good Senator Jerky, though. Sorry deer. |
One buck down, two does to go.
I'll keep you posted.
from the range, peace, sorry deer,
kathleen
the handy hunting girl
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